Friday, 20 March 2009
Friendship and bugs
Bit of this
Footsteps softly thumping on bare floor boards signal a good-morning purr and snuggle are on their way.
I don't recognize the grey haired man on the ladder. When he turns our eyes sparkle in recognition. Memories flood back of a small boy in short trousers. Our childhoods seems only a backward glance away.
Flash of iridescent green. A bug lands on the Rhubarb leave. A tiny jewel.
Bit of that